“Girl…” Candy shakes her head. “There’s a lot of ground to cover before you leave for a weekend with the boys, no matter what you feel for them.”
“I don’t feel anything,” I say automatically.
It’s lust, pure and simple, like she said. Can’t be anything else, anything more.
Candy and her boys are in love with each other. That’s obvious.
But this is different, I tell myself firmly. I’m not in love. With either of them.
And neither are they. Right? So let’s cut this line of thought right there.
“There are websites you should read,” she says, getting up, presumably to get her laptop or tablet. “And videos to watch. Both for threesomes, and for the usual stuff, like how to give a blowjob. Yeah?”
Yeah, I think as she wanders out of the room.
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’ve done a few searches. Watched a few vids. I didn’t need Candy to tell me this.
So why did I come over?
I guess I needed… a confirmation? An answer. Whether I’ve gone off my rocker, deciding to go for a weekend with R & R. Deciding I want them both. Deciding I want to experiment.
Maybe even have real intercourse. I thought I didn’t care if I waited years and years, but now, presented with these two sexy specimens of manhood, well… I’m not sure I can.
Temptation is real.
Candy returns, armed with her laptop, and she opens a few sites for me, reminds me about condoms and safety, and asks if I talked to the boys about my limits.
I laugh nervously. “Limits?”
“Are you open to anal, for instance?”
Oh my God.
Anal.
Here my pussy is still walled up, and we’re talking about sneaking in through the back door.
The tiny back door.
She must see something in my face, because she closes her laptop and grimaces at me.
“Look, most girls start out easy and simple,” she says. “One guy. One thing at a time. You want to go from virgin to vixen. And there’s nothing wrong with that, just… be careful, okay? Take care of yourself. Remember you can say no at any time, if anything gets too much for you. There is nothing you have to do. If something scares you, or hurts, just stop them. You should be
having pleasure and only that.”
Pleasure is all I remember from my one night with Ryan and Riddick. “Thank you, Candy. You’re the best. Best friend evah. I’ll bake cookies for you.”
She winces. “Please don’t. Promise you’ll be careful, and keep your phone on and text me to let me know you’re all right?”
I nod vigorously and smile at her. Oh God, tomorrow I’m leaving town with the boys. I can hardly believe it. With excitement filling my chest like helium, soon I’ll be talking like Donald Duck.
So I make my goodbyes quickly and head back home to do my homework and prepare my overnight bag.
It’s on.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tarte a la Ménage